This time around

Click here to escape!I am trying to tell myself something. My brain is crying out to be saved. I've just surrendered to the fact that I am in need of help. Self help. My brain has been telling em for weeks that it's in trouble. It won't let me wake up and won't let me sleep. It won't stay focused and can only focus on certain things. So now I must help it. find out the source of it's pain and eradicate it. If this were a physical thing I could let my brain know that this will pass. Eventually physical pain will heal and all will be forgotten. But emotional pain bears no resemblance to physical pain. The physical is healed automatically by the brain, sometimes with a little outside help. But the emotional is healed consciously. A thought process has to begin, a strategy followed. It cannot begin automatically. So I now have the realisation that something needs to be fixed. I knew that before. But then again I didn't. I thought I was on the right track. But now I have made the conscious decision that I have not got the slightest clue what to do next. I'm not on the right track, I have no ideas and I'm far from healed. But I do know that I have to do something. Perhaps now that journey will start in earnest. As I sit here in the lamplight, I wonder where my brain will take me on it's journey to be healed. And I wonder who will come with me. Some deep thought needs to be applied here. And against my usual character, some bold steps need to be taken. Again I say, good luck and God speed.

And the world cried out...

Are we that desperate? I sit and stare in amazement at times at the beautiful things this world has given us. The people, the places, the feelings. It's an amazing gift. We should cherish every moment we are alive. Bad things happen to people. God knows I've had my share of dismal tidings, but I'm still grateful to be alive and to have the things I have. No I think I've done some regretful things, we all have. But there are some things I just won't do and I hate to think of what drives a person to think these things are ok. When does one forget to ask themselves that question, "If it were me..." I ask myself that regularly. I try to stay opened minded and view every option. A friend of mine recently had the misfortune to encounter one these people who forgot to ask themselves what it would be like if shoe were on the other foot and it scares me to think that there are people like this out there. Remember to ask the question.